This story is told from the point of view of two people, Michel and Sally. Each section is prefixed by name. It is written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours as well. ----- Michael: They call me Saint Michael behind my back, some with reverence, some with disdain and others with suspicion. All have a theory about my past but no-one knows the full story...
"It's not fair." Tears slid down an angel's face, delicate features trimmed red by emotion. A shuddering gasp was drawn into weak lungs, dulled eyes looking at the woman as his heart broke. A trembling hand lifted to her face, brushing those tears away gently. "You have well learned nothing in this life is fair." His voice was a hoarse whisper that he had t...
As promised, here is the next chapter of my tale of a man who is good at 'fixing' things'. This time, an old friend pays a call, and their coupling has interesting consequences at home. They Handyman Chapter 4, Betty The rest of the week went smoothly, and on Friday evening, I watched Zelda walk up the street to Betty and Harold's house, carrying the same...
She lay there with her legs spread wide while Sir Earl lapped at her puss. The long sensual glides of his tongue drove her crazy. She was on the edge of her bed and gripping the sheets with clinched fist. He was on his knees at the beds edge engrossed in her wet slit. His tongue circled her clit several times before he put his lips around it and sucked at it...
--- Don't take it serious. It might be metaphorical. --- * It was a typical Saturday morning for Lucas. He woke up disoriented and hungover. The ceiling he stared up at through a fog appeared familiar. It would have if he were actually staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't. He was face down on the coffee table completely naked. The only bright spot in t...
Monday morning breakfast found Penny flipping through the want ads while Marilyn perused the editorial sections, and then found a neat little article about the fire in the business section. She folded up the paper and laid it on the table with the article up. "I normally don't mind making a little ink, but just not in this way," Marilyn replied. Penny circ...
*This is the final chapter of the story. If you haven't read the others, I recommend doing so as this is only here to complete the tale for those who are interested in the fate of the characters. There is no sex in this chapter but rather a consideration of the whole point in its composition and a response perhaps to previous comments. I hope you enjoy and,...
In Memory of Moisie Date: Three Standard Months After the Destruction of Death Star I Like scarlet specters guarding the maw of the dimensional hells, the quartet of the Emperor's Royal Guard stood noiseless and inert on either side of the massive five-meter tall obsidian door. Planted several meters before them, the squad of eight Imperial Black Hole stor...
Anna and I had been flirting since I started working in the same office. Well, truth be known, she was doing the flirting. I was mostly just playing along. She flirted with everyone. While making her regular "flirt tour" one afternoon, she talked me into meeting her at a local club on Friday. I'm not much of a clubber. Actually, I hate clubs. But Anna conv...
Author's Note: "This was my first submission to Literotica back in November of 2004. It's raw and unpolished, but I think it stands well on its own. Enjoy!" * I had been working as a nurse's aide at the hospital for almost six months, and was beginning to realize how much I hated the job. I worked on the Sub Acute unit, a place reserved mainly for people...